180: Chapter 180 The Kind-hearted Shi Wanshan

Shi Wanshan rubbed his chin, smiling wryly, “Luckily he ran into me. If he had encountered anyone else, wouldn’t this little fat sheep have been devoured whole?”

He glanced at the heavy “loot” in his hand, then at the unconscious Wang Xiaopang, and suddenly grinned.

“Alright, since you, kid, delivered yourself to my doorstep… I’ll keep these treasures for you for now, lest you cause trouble everywhere.”

“However… he is, after all, Senior Martial Uncle’s good Disciple… not leaving him anything at all doesn’t seem right, does it? If word gets out, it’ll make me, his Senior Martial Uncle, seem too heartless…”

He stroked his stubble, rummaged through the pile of glittering spoils, pondered for a moment, and then, as if making a great sacrifice, picked out the Shadow Cloak and the Transformation Jade Pendant, casually stuffing them back into Wang Xiaopang’s arms.

“Hmm, these two items are decent for stealth and escape, but their offensive and defensive capabilities are just so-so. Keep them for your life-saving needs, kid.”

“Ah, I’m really too kind. I just can’t stand to see a friend suffer.”

Shi Wanshan mentally gave himself a thumbs-up, feeling that he was truly loyal.

Then, he excitedly continued to examine Wang Xiaopang’s other “collections.”

“Eh? What’s this?”

He picked up a neatly folded, moon-white Daoist robe embroidered with the Glazed Holy Land’s lamp insignia, his brows furrowed.

“A standard Daoist robe from the Glazed Holy Land? Judging by its exquisite craftsmanship, it’s at least Core Disciple level? Where did this fatty get it from?”

“Could it be that he even robbed someone from the Glazed Holy Land? Or… is he himself a spy planted by the Glazed Holy Land?”

This thought caused his expression to subtly stiffen, but then he saw several other miscellaneous items that clearly didn’t belong to the fatty, carrying an Evil Qi.

“No… looking at these hodgepodge styles, it’s more like this kid looted them from corpses… Good heavens, he even dares to pull the tiger’s whiskers of a Holy Land? He’s truly risking his life for money!”

Shi Wanshan clicked his tongue in wonder, gaining a new understanding of Wang Xiaopang’s death-seeking tendencies.

Next, his gaze was drawn to a token, neither gold nor jade, engraved with abstruse star patterns.

“A token? What kind of treasure is this?”

He weighed it in his hand, inputting a trace of spiritual power to investigate, only to find that the interior of the token was sealed by an extremely sophisticated Sword Intent, imbued with the aura of Chaos and annihilation. Even with his abilities, he couldn’t fully discern it at once.

“This sealing technique… it’s so sharp and unique! Hmm? This Sword Intent…”

Shi Wanshan carefully sensed the lingering aura of the Seal, and his eyes suddenly widened a little, “This… this somewhat resembles that kid Fang Hanyu’s Chaos Sword Intent?!”

Combining this with the token’s material and the ancient Star Power subtly emanating from it, which even made him feel a little apprehensive, he immediately understood seventy to eighty percent of the situation.

“This thing… is probably a hot potato! Its origin is definitely not simple! No wonder it’s sealed so tightly…”

Shi Wanshan weighed the secret token, then looked at the unconscious Wang Xiaopang, and shook his head: “It’s best to avoid getting involved with this level of Karma. Whoever caused the trouble should deal with it themselves.”

He unhesitatingly threw the troublesome seven star secret token back into Wang Xiaopang’s embrace.

Just as he was about to stuff the other miscellaneous items back, his powerful Divine Sense inadvertently swept across Wang Xiaopang’s Sea of Consciousness, and his movements paused slightly.

“Hmm? This kid’s Sea of Consciousness… is hiding something? The aura is subtle, with a hint of Void Realm fluctuations… It seems to be a last-resort life-saving item. It’s hidden quite deeply…”

He curled his lips, withdrawing his probing Divine Sense. “Forget it, since it’s his last bit of capital for saving his life, I’m not so greedy as to covet this little bit of yours.”

“These messy things were probably obtained by you through trickery, kid. I won’t clean them up for you; you young people can handle them yourselves.”

With a wave of his large hand, he deftly stuffed the “miscellaneous items” he disdained or felt carried troublesome auras, along with the problematic token, back into Wang Xiaopang’s intimate clothing pocket.

He also mumbled, “It’s a good thing for young people to suffer a bit, lest they don’t know their place and always expect pies to fall from the sky…”

After doing all this, Shi Wanshan finally stood up contentedly, his gaze falling upon the massive Spiritual Vein and the spiritual barrier beneath it.

He laughed heartily and, without ceremony, began to act. First, he used a great Divine Ability to completely extract and compress the entire top-grade Earth Vein, placing it into a specially made jade box.

Next, he precisely broke open the spiritual barrier and took every last drop of the Earth Vein Spiritual Milk inside, which exuded astonishing vital essence and Dao Rhyme, like a jade liquid, carefully storing it in a cold jade bottle.

Finally, his gaze, as sharp as a hawk’s, swept over the unconscious Disciples of the Myriad Law Pavilion scattered on the ground. He chuckled, and without politeness, began to “clean up the battlefield.”

Like bandits passing through, he stripped these Elders and Disciples of their storage Magic Treasures, valuable ornaments, and even a few decent-looking magic robes.

As he plundered, he grumbled disdainfully, “Pah! A bunch of paupers! All of them combined aren’t as rich as that fatty alone! And you call yourselves Elders of a great Sect, how disgraceful!”

After storing all the spoils, including the Earth Vein, the spiritual milk, the Myriad Law Pavilion members’ belongings, and the treasures “guarded” from Wang Xiaopang, into his spatial Magic Treasure, Shi Wanshan was immensely satisfied and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Wang Xiaopang, who was still unconscious and sprawled in the bushes, then at the Myriad Law Pavilion members in the distance who were beginning to groan and stir. His thick brows immediately furrowed into a knot.

“Tsk… troublesome! What if these poor wretches wake up before this fatty, see him lying here, and definitely use him as a punching bag, casually killing him… He’s someone close to that kid Xiao Ruobai after all, I can’t just watch him get chopped up…”

He grumbled impatiently, but his movements were not slow at all. He strode back, single-handedly lifted Wang Xiaopang as if he were a sack of flour, and even weighed him disdainfully: “Whoa, he’s quite heavy!”

His sharp gaze scanned around, and soon, at the foot of a steep mountain wall far from the center of the battlefield, he discovered an inconspicuous, narrow crack hidden by vines.

“This is it!”

He didn’t look for an entrance; he directly swung his large, vinegar-pot-sized fist and seemingly casually “thumped” a spot on the mountain wall!

With a muffled thud, rubble rattled down, and the entrance to the crack was precisely shaken open by his fierce and unparalleled punch, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to squeeze through. It was pitch black inside and looked quite deep.

“In you go!” Shi Wanshan flung his arm, unceremoniously “throwing” Wang Xiaopang into the cave.

Hearing a muffled “thump” and the sound of rolling pebbles from inside, he clapped his hands, seemingly feeling that he had completed his task.

But just as he turned to leave, he stopped again, a “what a hassle” expression appearing on his rugged face.

“Sigh, never mind, never mind. I’m in a good mood today, so consider it accumulating good Karma!”

As if he had convinced himself, he turned back and mumbled towards the cave entrance: “A good deed done thoroughly, escorting the Buddha to the west… I’ll Seal it up tightly for you, lest wild dogs dig you out!”